BACKDOOR (feat. Trottie Jay)

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PoleBoy JuJu

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Grrr, grrr, bitch, bitch, f*ck, ahhh
D-Y-G, shit, D-Y-G, shit, I got all of you fuckin' covered, bitch
From the east to the peak, we keep gunnin
Bitch, these niggas never been on nothin

Tongues spinnin' in gloves, givin' them concussions
Who they to when they came with a button
Juju, my bro, niggas not only comin
These some downtown, not watchin' for nothin

Juju, my bro, niggas not only comin
These some downtown, not watchin' for nothin
Biggie, YG, but you up on the opps
What he know, but I f*ck with my tops

Try to start, they get heady and top
Double back, take a trip to the rock
Dang, we really up on the block
What's the score if the one niggas lost

Bitch, all you got sent to the stars
And who's the guy sent them with scars
Who all smokin', I'm smokin' on more
And 5 got sent to the lobby

Bro, who got hit, it's on me
How the f*ck niggas smokin' on, I mean
Cause I'm to the stars with a lot of heat
Boyz gon' burn, fuckin' up his body

Don't, don't, don't trip
It was me and Mastroff, spittin' in they strip
All these 45 bitches lit
I done seen niggas get shot and they whip

I done got the drops, I f*ck with this bitch
Like, bitch, I'm tooth and flick
J got poked, didn't catch a hit
But P on the P, niggas dick

They just see a thot, see me suck a dick
Like, we really killin' all they friends
They didn't get it back, but them niggas rock
Shawty almost died, he shouldn't have kept her strong

Sayin' that they up, nigga, that shit cash
Big D is high, we be in the chest
Me, John, Dre's 40 and I'm taxed
Bitch, yeah, yeah, we should get broke

With the rest of his friends
Bitch, yeah, yeah, we should get broke
With the rest of his friends
Walked 27, I don't need a beam

Got a problem, how my glizzy solve it
I done caught niggas, blew steel on them
Hit the jails, then we takin' boxers
B game, judge threw an elbow

Cause some pussy niggas started talkin
Combin' sabre killers on the jail phone
From the box, all my niggas locked in
Been in blocks, shit ain't never stoppin

Through the fight, they know how we walkin
Lizzy Fox, what's up, get it poppin
Fuckin' styles, ride with it on me
I be damn different, nigga, catch me lockin' in the whip

Do me like I'm Tony
I be smokin' farther, straight out the zip
Cause he a dead nigga like Johnny
I might crash out like a molly

Then he got turned to a zombie
Niggas just stuck up in a coffin
Fuckin' hooded niggas in a coffin
I might crash out like a molly

Then he got turned to a zombie
Niggas just stuck up in a coffin
Fuckin' hooded niggas in a coffin
Fuckin' hooded niggas

Fuckin' hooded niggas
Fuckin' hooded niggas

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